Remus and Charlie sat on the floor in the dark basement, the cold was nippy and the light dim. Remus felt something different in the air, the atmosphere was different, different from the usual full moons. He guessed Charlie felt it too, as when he looked at Charlie, his eyes were no longer a normal green, they were a glowing amber with large, dilute pupils. Remus shuddered, but not only at Charlie's strange eyes, the full moon was rising. When the first beam of moonlight struck them, Remus convulsed in discomfort that grew into searing agony, when the second beam hit, he heard screams in the air and his joined to mingle. His body was on fire, his limbs scorched and his mind burning. He felt his skin shake and hair start to grow all over, his bones cracked and reset painfully, but the worst was not done yet. Remus' body wracked in pain and fire, he felt his wolf side come out and his breathing became laboured and strenuous. His screams broke into a howl. He had transformed.

But screams still filled the basement. They weren't his screams and no one else was there apart from Charlie. He stared at the source of the noise: crouched in torturous pain was a young boy with brown hair, Charlie. Questions flew through Remus' human mind: Why hadn't he finished transforming yet? What was taking so long? Was Charlie ok? Should he help? Remus stopped and ran the things that made this moon special: it was a blue moon month, Charlie hadn't had a full moon since he got into hogwarts. No, that wasn't it. It was because of the blue moon. After what seemed like hours to Remus, Charlie stopped screaming and fell silent.

Remus' heart stopped beating. Was Charlie ok? Was Charlie alive? He looked over towards him, Charlie was alive and it seemed he had still yet to transform fully. Then with one final scream, Charlie transformed.

In his place was a little, brown wolf cub. Remus sighed in relief, Charlie was fine, it had just taken... A lot longer than usual.

The usual events happened that night: Remus helped Charlie to remember how to walk, which Remus still had to remember not to laugh at, they played chase and they 'wrestled'. Wrestling was very fun for the cub, he got to try his minute strength and often 'beat' Remus. Remus nearly always let the cub win, but often when the little wolf got too boisterous, Remus would pin him down lightly as possible and lightly bit his neck to show his leadership.

When the morning transformation came, it was oddly quiet. Only Remus' screams had filled the air. He looked around in weary confusion, he couldn't see Charlie in the room. When he looked harder, his eyes fell on a small, whisp of a wolf cub in the corner of the room, fast asleep.

Remus sat bolt upright and ran to the bookshelf, which woke up the cub, who started to growl menacingly, his hackles raised, Remus' eyes fixed on 'The Inner Wolf: a guide', he ripped it off the bookshelf and hurriedly turned to the index, he ran his finger down the page until he found what he was looking for : Blue Moon, pg. 394. He rushed through the book, his eyes searching desperately for the page. When he eventually found it, his worst fears were confirmed:

" On a cub's first blue moon, they will stay in their wolf state until the full moon rises for the second time in the month. They may have a wolf cub state of mind, but shall not be dangerous to their sire- the werewolf who turned them. The cub shall know their sire after meeting them in their human form HOWEVER: a word of caution, even though it will not be the full moon, the cub shall still be infectious to those it bites, whilst this is not a problem for werewolves, it shall present difficulties to humans.

The feeding habits of the cub shall be similar to those of a child in the feeding times, but shall require meat and other wolf diet food. This should not be a problem if it is- " Remus stopped reading.

Remus backed away slowly as the cub came towards him, its hackles were raised and it let out a warning growl. Slowly, the cub walked faultingly towards him, stumbling comically every few metres, it sniffed the air deeply and then went close towards Remus and sniffed his hand. Remus sat absolutely still, his eyes were scrunched up in fear and confusion of what was happening. The cub's wet tongue licked his hand softly and then pounced. Remus fell over in surprise as a bundle of fur landed into his lap and proceeded to rub his face against his bare chest. He unscrunched his eyes and stared in amazement that the WEREWOLF cub was curled up in his lap. He slowly extended his hand to the cub, which made the cub's head turn quickly in panic but after seeing or smelling it was him, returned to nuzzling him, and scratched the cub behind the ears.

They sat like that until Remus' stomach grumbled, which made the cub jump comically into the air and run madly to the corner, growling, and Remus proceeded to open the door and start to walk up the stairs, only to have a light brown furry bullet fly past him to the top of the stairs. Remus chuckled and when he reached the cub, he picked him up and carried him to the kitchen. When Remus reached the kitchen, the cub was squirming so much that Remus almost dropped him onto the tiled floor. The furry bullet took a few small, faltering steps forwards until he fell over. It seemed that his walking capabilities came and went as they pleased, which Remus found rather amusing, he scooped up the cub and took him over to the corner of the kitchen, where two ceramic bowls sat, one containing water, the other containing meat. Remus set the cub down and it proceeded to lap the clear water up rapidly before moving onto the meat, Remus refilled the bowls and then proceeded to make his own breakfast - buttered toast and marmalade- and drink from his mug of tea - 'BEWARE: dark creature - may be tamed by tea' printed in white on the black mug. After a few minutes, the cub slowly meandered over to Remus and curled around his sock covered foot, its warmth making Remus' foot feel like it was in a sauna. Remus grinned and placed his worn hand under the cub's soft underbelly and picked it up.

I should really name it something, furball? furry bullet? Moony Jr.? Lupus? he thought. The list went on, soon Remus found himself writing down ,lists of names, when he came to terms with what he was doing, he let out a bark of laughter and pulled the cub in for a hug, to his surprise, the fun burrowed his face into his shirt and then proceeded to fall asleep. Life was good, strange, but good.

A/N: Well! Another chapter out! :D Going to start doing a poll on Charlie's house... I'm thinking Slytherin or Gryffindor? Or an 'league of his own'? ;)

Thanks for reading! R&R!